A DANCEHALL ON PLUTO

plutonic cans filled with pearly tea
you drink up technomusic
like injecting steroids into a violin
the strings grow muscles

and you smile like a dangerous infant
it's the elf with the papershredder teeth
eyes like butterflies caught in lightbulbs
anxiously happy explosions of vowelshaped flowers

the plants with skins of meat swirling
from your topaz arms into a tantric pylon
it's cold outside the dancehall
a dreamless world without oxygen

so stay in and dance
a hole trough the roof of the roof of the roof
you'll be a birthdaypresent
listening to the sliding ribbon inside a box

waiting till some child on earth
discovers you.

GOING IN CIRCLES :

the positions change
in a cyclical fashion
pay attention to
the immaterial currency
called desire


letting the light in
opening the birthcanal of your soul
 the stringriver of images will flow
they will come flashing out of your mouth

hall of mirrors vibrate on a fingerprint
a reflection of touch
the ghost in the rain is it's own umbrella of transparence
whispering cold sounds that drum down on leather shoes

a pianokey is a fallin tower in slowmotion
you crush down with your porcelain finger
it's voice widens and touches every object
in an empty room

what is waking up from a dream
a shudder of light that escapes from the eyes
time sliding backwards, speeding up into reality
the softness of your breath becoming hard as ...

you cough up the shape of a planet .

a dark anemone
started glowing
under a sea of firework

x (happy new year !)  x

This is for YOU !
Who came to look for me
on this silly page :-)
hope you like it ...

Lately i been visiting churches to listen to hymns . The reason is not so much religious
but when the sacred soundpatterns of those voices and the geometry of the building create such an acoustic
that you can feel the Spirit move in you ...there is little to say that cellbiology and
neurochemistry can explain such experience . However I love them , it's pure magic.

You are the Everything:

the sound of car engines muted into mandolines
and the sky was glowing with hope
fluorescent grashoppers in thousand colors filled the streets
as slow as a diving stroke of air
the day whispered her name
your ear broke in extatic shades of the darkest pink
and you stop and take a deep breath
as small as a childs chest can hold
it trembled for one second ...
the Everything inside you.